[Hank’s deflection is telling, and there’s nothing Connor can do about the fact that he knows. He knows the state Hank was in that night, just as he knows what happened at the Eden Club, and beyond that, Hank pulling a gun on him, Stratford Tower, visiting Kamski—

He reins his thoughts in, mercilessly. Needs to focus on this one issue that’s cropped up between them, to make Hank remember. Maybe something in the transition from home to this world had been unkind to him and he just doesn’t recall.

(But no, the state of his clothes would dictate otherwise. Too perfect of a match.)]

You were drinking. In the kitchen. A gun on the ground and your son’s photo on the table.

[Vague enough for implication, strong enough imagery to drive his point home. He needs to do that.]

You sobered up afterwards and dressed. We left for the Eden Club soon after. I know this happened.